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Re: Um, Help? I think?

Post by Ves » Sat Apr 13, 2019 9:34 pm

((trying something new, sorry about all the recap))

Savvy’s gold/ivory tower of blistering psychic power relinquished the carnivorus shadows strangling Imani’s subconscious. The shimmering obilisk shed petals of fire and explosive pressure that wafted through Imani’s mind like a volatile plague. Not one reclusive dark corner was spared. But from the exisitential ashes, Imani’s memories, empirical experiences, childish milestones, and other abstract fragments that sculpted her identity returned.. granted, by force.
They formed out of the banished blackness like petals swirling in a gust of wind and if you could see into their fragments like Savaj could, you could see the pieces of Imani that made her the woman that she was: the woman who walked tirelessly across the desert, who observed COER’s quarries for days without food or water, who among tragic loss embodied a strength that even The Destroyer was wary of. She was a girl like any other. A head full of bushy brown hair with a family from very humble means. They didn’t talk much of how the arrived, but like many others who dwelled in Kemet they lived happy, almost care free lives partaking in the culture of abundance. During the golden ages when the suns and moons would rise and fall, but the laughter and merriment stayed consistent. A bustling metropolis of runes and stone filled with men and women all wanting to make a living and make a name. Imani lived there in one of the many compounds. Kham had claimed an area of Kemet for himself and those who followed him, as a man who didn’t need to eat or sleep those who stood by his principle of honor, love for combat, competition and protection of others were welcome to partake in his bounty. Imani adored this peace. But it was temporary, so many things were temporary. And this notion of inconsistency permanently branded itself into her life.

Savvy’s decision to gather and probe the fleeting layers of Imani’s subconscious was risky, but there was no other way to contain all the Naten shunting from her crumbling body. She was evolving, SILK’s notes affirmed that fact. It also emphasized that any outside inteference could either unbalance the mutation or terminate it prematurely. Imani had to do this on her own.
Mera’s eyes quivered as it seemed like, despite her valiant efforts, Imani’s conditions took a radical and swift turn for the worst
. She had been working constantly for hours. Her arms hand worked there way into the incubation chamber and used the gooey juice from the fruit to lather itself over Imani’s decaying body. The bushbabies were working tirelessly handing her fruit but she had long since dismissed them lest they become another casualty among the bodies in the room. Amongst her feet lie the shells of the Fleshy fruit being rapidly absorbed into the grassy floor of the chamber by what appeared to be small insects crawling among the grasses. Everything in the hospital had its place. She worked with the rhythmic delicacy of a knitter, weaving her fingers around the fibers of her flesh always glancing in the lower right hand corner to check on her own Naten levels. The more flesh she helped regenerate, the more was undone by this radical transformation. Light fighting an uphill battle, Mera’s plight was absolutely useless. Images of her dead father, bloddied and helpless flashed through her head until she saw a spike in Imani’s flatlining vitals.
Within her incubating chamber, Imani’s corroding flesh suddenly dispersed into a solution of bioluminescent embers that bled through the chambers glass dimensions like neon. Mera gasped, her eyes shot wide open and that vision of her fathers death evaporated. She withdrew her hands immediately. While protected in the suit she didn’t want to take any chances The shimmering cocktail swirled and turned about the translucent coffin until it settled on a shape of its own; a familiar silhouette, yet faceless and featureless. It wasn’t until Imani remember her name did the invisible frame began to resemble her distinguishing traits. Her athletic build was the first thing molded from amorphous figurine, the years she spent in the Abyss fighting, stealing, and clawing to survive had nurtured her body into a bleeding scab of pride. It was the language of Kemet for those who hadn’t established their own seat of power.And Imani had mastered it well by fist and food. She fought and earned everything she had, the scars and callouses proved that. Her skin returned with the memories of her family, her mother and sisters who lost their souls to monsters not of this world. She would never forget, no one would and she would never hide the literal scars. The day the ravegers peeled the cinamon pigment from their bones, leaving the beauty of their full lips and crest white smiles as bitter sweet memory.
But she killed the beast, she avenged their deaths. How was irrelevant, the mean were always irrelevant. Imani had always been resourceful. Even more so after the day was won. But after the deaths of her family like everyone, she was all too jaded. She was a dull blade until Kham noticed her for the first time. He had a talent for picking out the exceptional. COER was in its youth, with many eager souls ready to spread good across the globe. After the Heralds destroyed Kemet Imani was purposeless, a husk, weapon who needed a target. She signed up, and failed miserably. COER was supposed to be a pacifist organization so why did this young girl fail at deescalating conflict? Rescuing others? Feeing the hungry? Kham knew, Atra knew. She was a killer. And Imani now knew too, and
she embodied that pain, literally. The lingering, yet perfect models Imani held of her late family helped sculpt her new form. 
From head to toe, power exuded her naked vessel like a miniture sun. Her fluttering eyes struggled to stay open within whatever benevolent concoction Mera submerged them in. Her head was heavy with locs the and size of ropes and her fluttering eyes gleamed like sage marbles. There were still cracks covering her skin, benign on their own but they were everywhere. Imani was expending alot of her freshly found vitality stitching herself back together, the help of a medically trained Lila’Maya was definitely warranted.
Savvy on the otherhand never awoke from her trance. While Mera’s medical advances easily mended her injuries, Savaj’s recooperating body stopped responding all together. Her groans and twitching ceased, her chest barely swelled with air, but her vitals would assure she was in perfect health.
Mera was baffled by the sudden metamorphosis. She was ashamed to say that she hadn’t recognized it earlier, all of the technical jargon amongst the neovians had detached her from her roots. What she had just witnessed was the birth of an Anima.

“By the moons and the stars above.”

She whispered and let the back of her head hit the wall for a moment and she breathed in and out. What mission did these two get sent on? Last time she had checked COER was supposed to be an operation of peace. There were reports of many agents experiencing dangers, and they were certainly armed, they had to be. But this? Something was amiss. And just when she began to doubt, there he was in the door way standing, silent, hulking and huge with brown skin and silver hair his face not betraying his thoughts. Michio Kham wearing a simple pair of shorts, all else bare.

“You have questions.”

He grumbled, as he walked over toward the incubation chambers. Mera jolted in front of him flinging her arms out.

“You’re not sterilized! The energy flowing in the room-“

“Cannot harm me.”

She let her arms fall to her sides. The sincerity was practically a command. Mera's eyes nearly rolled to the back of her sockets. Gaia, The Divine Anima. Kham sent her to treat with the Amazons first. Mera was there on the day, and recalled upon it well with the flattening of her bottom lip sucked into her teeth. She steeped aside for Kham as he made his way toward his agents. Gaia’s appearance among the tribe was A foolish attempt at Parley. A being that ‘appears a woman’ is not a woman at all. He might as well have come himself and get rejected all the same. It was through Atra was the alliance forged. The High Counselor has much more charisma than the stone man in all his years of life.

“And the psychic energies of the other?”

She asked, there was still neural activity, albeit an awful lot less than before. But who’s to say with mind readers. Kham continued anyway and ignored Mera's question about Savaj he leered Into Imani’s chamber with focused eyes.

"This one. A curious development.”

“What happened to them?”

Mera inquired, as she made her way next to the destroyer, he towered over her but their focus was equal.

“You must understand that there are certain entities on this planet that need be absolutely removed. There was a man, an entity who lived his life dedicated to researching the rapid evolution of the planet. SILK was his name. He forsaw the coming of the horsemen, the astral year. And to ensure humanity survival, he began to grow an army, of anima.”

“He, cloned Gods?”

“To a certain degree, the one’s he made were without sentient thought, rendered mute and grotesque. But this one, this one is a very unexpected development. I was right to send her.”

She turned her head up at him, Kham’s face still as stone but his tone conveyed much confidence, different than before.

“You kn-“

“I had a hunch. She is a pillar, but that wasn’t enough to guarantee the metamorphosis. Her family is of The First Children. She holds their DNA. You’ve heard the stories, they’re written in the stars.”

“My stars.”

She let her eyes fall upon Imani’s chamber. She almost wanted to bow. But, reserved religion for another time. She never thought until now that one of the 23 lie in her hospital room, that she almost let one of the 23 die.

“I have to tell the compound, conducting secret assassinations was not in our agreement Michio. We will not aid in the ‘tactical removal’ of things you deem worthy.”

“I’m aware of this. You may tell them. If you can leave this room.”

She should have ran for her life instead of pondering the Michio’s comment. But he was already upon her jabbing a crystal through her helmet into her face. There was no splatter of blood, no cry or scream. The crystal was absorbed into Mera completely and healed over in moments. Her once brown eyes were aglow with a blue hue. Kham stepped back and looked her once over, he rolled his eyes. Sealing people was such an arduous task. First you had to calibrate them.

“Raise your right had.”

Mera did.

“Your left.”

She did so.

“Look right… now left… jump… laugh… frown… what just happened to you in the past 12 hours?”

“I was attempting to operate on COER agents Imani Exillius and Savaj Vanguard until I was at-“

“Nope. Forget that.”

‘Forgotten.”

“Good. Now escort this one out.”

Mera turned around and began typing on her arm pad. The vines connecting to Imani’s bed detached themselves one by one and receded into the floor spewing stray Naten gas across the room. She typed systematically as the flatbed floated out of the door ahead of her with Mera in tow. Vyrin sighed and leaned against the wall. Waiting patiently with his eyes on the lizard. He spent thousands of years growing exceptionally good at tying up loose ends, and the one thing he had learned was

“Loose ends always unravel themselves. Qhorm’m you scaly reptilian bitch.”

He snorted. And looked toward the back of the room.

“Maeel.”

No answer.

“MAEEL!”

The thundering of the Ahlm tongue resonated in the ears of those who could perceive the frequency of creation. Slowly unraveling from the greenery of the walls of the hospital shrubbery was a giant Michio woman covered in scars with a glossed over golden eye. Unlike Vyrin who was dressed the part, Maeel was covered head to toe in battle ready, jagged dark steel armor fashioned in the likeness of demonic creatures from realms far from this one. The helmet of the suit lie notched at her waist.

“You needn’t shout brother.”

“Put on your helm.”

“She’s still bound by the pact-“

“Take. No. Risks.”

Maeel paused and reached for helm and placed it over her head. She swiped her head down and the visor closed off her face. Afterwhich she returned invisible, melding in with the walls. The trap was set. All the lizard need do was walk into it.


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Re: Um, Help? I think?

Post by Savaj Vanguard » Wed Apr 17, 2019 3:43 pm

-Savvy’s incubation chamber rotated back to its original horizontal alignment once the network of vines administering the healing solute irrogated all fluids. One by one the grassy wires detatched and receded into the ground, causing Savaj’s medical booth to exhaust plumes of translucent purple mist from its corners. Her cells had drank their fill of the Bushbabies’ rejuvenating nectars and her skin was smoothed of all abrasions because of it. Her mind however, was still taking it’s time waking up. The role she played in Imani’s evolution required surgical finesse and focus on her part that left her subconscious in a daze. There were bulging veins covering her neck and head that were still throbbing from the psionic backlash incurred from sifting Imani’s subconscious. It was a psionic bombardment of Vivid images, poignant aromas, numbing sensations, and other illustrations of Imani’s glory and tragedy.

Her maple oculars fluttered open once the protective glass three inches from her face retracted, filling her lungs with fresh air and the residual citrusy scent left by the healing juices. Once inhaled, the organic components aided in muscular blood flow to ward off any lingering atrophy. Still, Savvy’s lips parted in agony once tried she lifting her head . To her surprise, Mera had dressed her in the appropriate patient attire; turquoise, sterile, ugly patient scrubs that concealed everything but her ass. Which, granted was warm and comfortable thanks to the regal threading of the clinic’s bedsheets.-

“Ugh, Mera?“

-She called out while massaging the pressure beneath her braided, ebony crown. Her vision was still blurred but she could see a shadowy visage standing just a few feet away. They were eerily still. Taller than anyone she’d seen in the past twenty odd hours; save for the artificial Anima’s they buried in the Blood Dunes beneath SILK’s deteriorating fortress. She sat up, rubbing her eyes to get a clear view of the stalking visage now coming into focus.-

..shit

-She groaned under her breath. Kham was here; which could only mean something either really fucking awful happened or something punishable transpired. Savvy cleared her throat and prepared to defend herself, but thought about it. How long was she out? Damn, was Imani okay? She locked eyes with Kham and immediately felt uneasy. Almost sick despite the advanced, probably priceless medical procedure she still waking from. His crimson daggers were piercing, like he knew the first thing she was about to say was inexcusable dribble, but the resolve on her face was strict.-

“..is she dead?”

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Re: Um, Help? I think?

Post by Michio Tribe » Sat Apr 20, 2019 5:22 pm

“You saved Imani’s life. Why.”

Kham’s persona never gave way to what he was going to think or say. But something in his eyes made it seem like he was looking through Savaj, past her, perhaps it was because Vyrin could see Maeel, hungry, thirsty for vengeance completely invisible to the most adept means of sensory perception melded in the wall. Her crimson eyes were blood red, her white teeth were clenched. The reaper’s scythe lie above Savaj without her even knowing it, coated head to toe in medieval armor. The DarkSteel. nd Vyrin? Well, it was a shame he couldn’t let his body convey what his mind was thinking. Or else he too would show a wicked smile. But for now?

He was legitimately concerned why the lizard saved the life or another, Mytus was the only benevolent Vanguard he knew. Mytus, in all his hubris loved everyone. And god did it make Vyrin and the Ghost Wind sick. His name might as well had been Mytus the Marytr, but the lizards had only looked out for her own people.

“I ask because you three almost killed each other trying to make it out of there alive.”
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Re: Um, Help? I think?

Post by Savaj Vanguard » Mon Apr 22, 2019 2:12 pm

“Would you rather I let her die? What kinda’ question is that?”

-Savvy’s nose curled up at the mahogany giant, noticeably offended in Imani’s stead. With a small grunt she pushed herself up and onto the edge of the bed while a set of psionic limbs snagged a pair of complimentary garments hung near the window sill. It was an emerald green long sleeve shirt, decorated with three deep blue sigils and pearl white pants, each garment soft to the touch. The design was ordinary, kinda tacky honestly, but the shimmering marble sized runes burning along the sleeves and waistband aided in Naten regulation; yet another method the Amazon’s indoctrinated into Neovia’s medical protocols.

She sucked her teeth at the nameless designer at blame (probably Cross)and sighed, that girl needed to get out more. Gingerly, she forced herself to her feet, using intangible appendages to slide her drafty medical gown from her shoulders and dress her in the fresh, basic ass clothes.-

“Shit may have went a lil’ of kilter but we neva’ lost control of the situation. Imani was compromised, Cross was busy, so I made some... executive decisions.”

-She retorted defensively but made sure to mind her tone. Despite the underlying conditions fueling them, Savvy’s decisions resulted in the Silk’s death and the destruction of his fortress, both of which Kham specifically asked to be salvaged in tact. Cross even managed to scavenge most, if not all of Miguel’s digital contacts and networks linking him into Vescrutia’s virulent underworld but it seemed like her “ineptitude” pissed Kham off beyond all belief. His gaze had been tilted to bloody murder before she cleaned the crust from her lips. Did he ever blink?

“..why did you save her?”

-She said coyly, briefly challenging his glare with an accusatory eyeroll. Imani’s memories were still seeping around the outer ridges of her subconscious, she could still smell the blood, sweat and tears the women shed fighting for the pride of Kemet. Kham was there, his hand helped mold her into a marvel of Neovian Military. He guided her practically by hand down the road she trail blazed so elegantly because he saw something in her. What changed between now and then she wondered.

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Post by Michio Tribe » Thu Apr 25, 2019 7:40 pm

Kham thought Savaj’s emotionally charged responses were reasonable. He pondered for a bit over the implications of them. A person who had been what she’d been through, experience the horrors that she’d seen removed her from judgement in Kham’s eyes. Deep down he know she was a good person, emotionally unstable? Sure. But a good person. And it was very good to hear the answer from Savaj’s own lips, that the kind of defense force he was trying to make was coming to fruition. One who valued the meaning of every single life. He was rebuilding the family he made in Kemet. Kham would love hearing the words spoken. He would even smile. Vyrin on the other hand was appalled at amount of rebuke the Meru’Ahk Thal allowed from his soldiers. And disgusted at an army who would sooner jeopardize the mission objective than see it accomplished in every detail. Cenmotori literally meant tools of warfare, he hadn’t seen such casual conversation since the days of the Breaker Second. Who’s every meeting and training session was a social club of negligence. But he played the role, embodying The Destroyer’s mannerisms, thoughts and micro-aggressions. Not every flare of personality required a reaction. But he willingly dove into Kham’s thoughts about this Imani, another pillar bearing ancestral DNA.

Vyrin wanted to investigate this one further, he couldn’t let an ancestor incarnate walk the planet unchecked, uncontrolled.

“You were in her mind. You saw what happened. Thousands of people feel in Kemet. And I thought I was a one man army. But that was the problem. I am just one man. And when I scoured Kemet, searching for survivors, combing over corpses maimed and reduced to ash, I saw her huddled in her home with three ravagers around her dead. She numbly followed me ever since. I recognized that numb ferocity before, in my self, as a child. All I did was point her in the right direction. I had a hunch she had ancestral DNA. I had encountered few in my travels who still do. But it’s been so long since the ancestors walked the planet, the gifts expressed in their children nowadays are miniscule. But the old powers are returning, and Imani is it’s genesis. Now, she must make her own choice.”

Nansa was there when Kemet fell, she had always kept a close watch on Kham’s development in different forms. Vyrin was sad to see the city destroyed, but Kemet was no Khralaessara. The Architects of Old new how to build a city, not fortify it.
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Re: Um, Help? I think?

Post by Savaj Vanguard » Wed May 01, 2019 10:19 am

“Yea, well.. that hunch seemed more like a fuckin’ field test ta’ me.”

-Savvy disputed, stretching her arms over her head as far as she could to work out the kinks stiffening her muscles before dismissively making her way toward the window.

Kham was right, Savvy knew first hand the dynamic of his relationship with the thirty year old dynamo. Imani’s memories were constantly rehasing the destruction of her home in vivid detail, but her mind cataloged some of Kemet’s sacred vistas she often visited in her youth before Desolation’s arrival. The Golden capped Mountain’s of J’hun for example, was where she conquered her fear of heights and learned the beauty of courage through the magnificent vistas the shimmering obelisks awarded for scaling their ridges. The crystal green waters of Ol’on was blessed with the breathtaking beauty of the world’s largest coral reef. The reef contained an abundance of marine life, comprised of over seveal thousand individual reef systems and coral cays and literally hundreds of picturesque tropical islands with some of Vescrutia’s most beautiful sun-soaked, crimson beaches. It was there Imani learned to swim, fish, and surf along the heels of her tiny feet using Naten.

But when the Horsemen returned, their hooves scorched the earth and left ashen dunes of rubble where the mountains once stood and boiled Ol’on into an igneous basin. They took everything from her, she and Kham bonded in that pain and shared it with their enemies. But when did Kham bond with anyone without ulterior motives? Since when did he tolerate failure? The man wasn’t short sighted, if anything Savvy envied his visionary qualities. She was the psychic one, but Kham made chess moves that eluded relavence for centuries. He was a strategist that never made a move without attacking first with his mind. He moved his pieces in silence and shrouded their true purpose in deceptions. A true shinobi and master of politics melded in brown flesh.

Savvy leaned her elbows against the garden gilded window sill and faced Vyrin, non the wiser to his ruse but her narrowed eyes and curled lips were prosecuting him still. As if she saw through stoic carbon copy. It took every fiber of her being to not probe his mind and scrub through it herself, but SILK’s breathing exercises and practiced self control was doing wonders for her impulses.

“You knew she was an Anima.. that’s why you spent all that time investing in her, right? Keeping tabs on her “developments. Didn’t you have enough kids and prospects?”

-She quirked her brows as she prodded on. Between TJ, Atra, Cross, and Kayla, Kham was basically running an orphanage of juvenile super powers. Something had to make Imani special, and being a prehistoric human sized WMD fit the bill.-

“..does Atra know that you’ve been hiding a WMD? Or that you had her in deep cover investigating one of the planet’s leading experts in Anima geneology? Or were we gonna’ save this gem for the debrief?”

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“Yea, well.. that hunch seemed more like a fuckin’ field test ta’ me.”

-Savvy disputed, stretching her arms over her head as far as she could to work out the kinks stiffening her muscles before dismissively making her way toward the window. 
Kham on the other hand simply nodded, he wasn’t going to lie. At first he was just playing to her strengths. Imani was an asset to herself, and a liability to others. She worked with such explosive efficiency, and her style was so fluid restricting her to a code of orders would only lengthen the time to positive returns. Then, when Kham realize that she repeatedly returned without a scar or scratch, and she too was becoming more obsessed with the notion that she just couldn’t die, together they created terrible circumstances that normally required battalions of agents. And Imani only worked with a knife, her bear hands, and whatever else Cross could come up with. From chaos to subterfuge she excelled in ever which way racking up experience it took him dozens of years to acquire. SILK’s abduction of women, trailing the ferment was her undercover op. Her choice. Maybe the mother whispered to her answers there. The mystery of her invulnerability. And she got her answers. He just pointed her in the right direction. But Vyrin could see the pact as the twin moons covered upon the window pane to illuminate the dip in Savaj’s back. Samoosa’s craftsmanship with Michio Sigils as intricate as ever. Every dip, shape, twist and curve wrote out the treaty word for word upon Savaj’s back. One snap, and the girl would turn to mush. But it would be useless to kill her, not without finding the other. But by having this talk with the Destroyers subordinates, gained much perspective into why the ancestors wanted him alive. The Destroyer was a man worthy of respect and
Savvy knew first hand the dynamic of his relationship with the thirty year old dynamo. Imani’s memories were constantly rehasing the destruction of her home in vivid detail, but her mind cataloged some of Kemet’s sacred vistas she often visited in her youth before Desolation’s arrival. The Golden capped Mountain’s of J’hun for example, was where she conquered her fear of heights and learned the beauty of courage through the magnificent vistas the shimmering obelisks awarded for scaling their ridges. The crystal green waters of Ol’on was blessed with the breathtaking beauty of the world’s largest coral reef. The reef contained an abundance of marine life, comprised of over seveal thousand individual reef systems and coral cays and literally hundreds of picturesque tropical islands with some of Vescrutia’s most beautiful sun-soaked, crimson beaches. It was there Imani learned to swim, fish, and surf along the heels of her tiny feet using Naten.

But when the Horsemen returned, their hooves scorched the earth and left ashen dunes of rubble where the mountains once stood and boiled Ol’on into an igneous basin. They took everything from her, she and Kham bonded in that pain and shared it with their enemies. But when did Kham bond with anyone without ulterior motives? Since when did he tolerate failure? The man wasn’t short sighted, if anything Savvy envied his visionary qualities. She was the psychic one, but Kham made chess moves that eluded relavence for centuries. He was a strategist that never made a move without attacking first with his mind. He moved his pieces in silence and shrouded their true purpose in deceptions. A true shinobi and master of politics melded in brown flesh. 
Savvy leaned her elbows against the garden gilded window sill and faced Vyrin, non the wiser to his ruse but her narrowed eyes and curled lips were prosecuting him still. As if she saw through stoic carbon copy. It took every fiber of her being to not probe his mind and scrub through it herself, but SILK’s breathing exercises and practiced self control was doing wonders for her impulses. 
And Vyrin leered back, with the emotionless gaze of The Destroyer. This was a moment he truly cherished, with his eyes on his prey and their eyes upon him unassuming like a creature in their natural habitat and he, the casual observer. The moment before the kill, but the amount of control he exhibited, the sheer mastery of his thoughts and intent could not betray him. But This was it, if she went for the probe them Maeel had to strike. They would be compromised. They would have to kill her and find Yh’Keem another way. And yet his mind felt his own. This entire time, not once did the psychic go for a probe. Was it out of respect? Fear? He doubted it was the second, but why did it not feel like the first? The Ancestors spared the Michio’s life for a reason, was it to reveal to him a new way of leadership? Vyrin seized control of his fleeting thoughts.

“You knew she was an Anima.. that’s why you spent all that time investing in her, right? Keeping tabs on her “developments. Didn’t you have enough kids and prospects?”

-She quirked her brows as she prodded on. Between TJ, Atra, Cross, and Kayla, Kham was basically running an orphanage of juvenile super powers. Something had to make Imani special, and being a prehistoric human sized WMD fit the bill.-

“..does Atra know that you’ve been hiding a WMD? Or that you had her in deep cover investigating one of the planet’s leading experts in Anima geneology? Or were we gonna’ save this gem for the debrief?”
Kham took a breath and heaved a heavy sigh. He had this talk with the others who sat at the table before, others followed blindly, and would never have a seat at the table, but those who questioned were worth elevating to higher stations. Worth keeping close. But there was a doubt in his mind that Savaj would feel comfortable laying out the details of his plan. But he could not tell a lie, withhold details sure, but he trusted that so long as he told the truth when confronted she would not read his thoughts.

“The Neovian alliance was founded on the premise that we do not use our power to wage war with others. That we fortify here, and grow here. But the day the sky fell, I knew I could never sit idle again. So here I sit, running covert operations across the planet ensuring that we are ready when the sky opens again profiting off the resources of ignorant factions, using their resources for my own personal goals of safety, security, defense.Not even ZK know what COER does undercover. And I call him a friend But now you, Atra, and everyone else that sits on the table is well aware what we do, and why we do it. And Imani? She challenges me at every turn to tell the others. To cut our losses with those who deny the legitimacy of our cause and continue on our own. She believes we’re strong enough now. And I agree. But you would have died if the amazons could not have healed you, if the atlanteans could not have fed you. You are free to excuse yourself from my services if you disagree.”

He gave everyone the choice. It was only fair. And one by one they exited or stayed. The Mitre left. He couldn’t blame Kevin after mourning the death of his mother, champion of the Arena to bask in the shadow of the man who could not protect her. Vyrin was terribly impressed, the Destroyer had a spine. He manipulated and subjected a whole mass of people, exploited their resources and built a fighting force to spread his ideals and gave them an illusion of choice when they discovered the intricacies of his work? He would smile if it didn’t break character. Even Maeel’s stance, previously poised to strike was disarmed. They underestimated him.

“As for SILK…”

Kham continued.

“An Anima is bound at my hip. Of course I know how they are created. She would have undergone the metamorphosis on her own anyway. Im thankful that SILK was exterminated, The women saved, the Aions vindicated. My only wish is that we struck sooner.”
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Re: Um, Help? I think?

Post by Savaj Vanguard » Fri May 03, 2019 9:04 pm

An Anima is bound at my hip. Of course I know how they are created. She would have undergone the metamorphosis on her own anyway. Im thankful that SILK was exterminated, The women saved, the Aions vindicated. My only wish is that we struck sooner.”
-She scoffed as her body seemed to step forward on its own. Of course he knew, Kham was an expert at witholding vital knowledge for his own gain. He knew the power of intel and he hoarded it like he would any other valuable tool. Her brown eyes were sizzling with pent up aggression, yet Kham’s expression was stone cold. Apathetic, until he spoke of his own endeavors. Typical.-

“Tch, wait- so If you knew about the Source Code, about Imani’s mutatation, about how Anima’s mutate, then- ugh, fuck it.”

-Savvy stopped in her tracks, just a few feet from Kham before she bit her tongue and crossed her arms. Savvy was getting besides herself and losing her composure for someone who clearly didn’t give two fucks. It was worsening her migraine. He wasn’t going to defend his actions to her, she knew that much. And what satisfaction was she looking for by trying to stoke it out of him. She took a breath and shook it off, today was a win. SILK is dead, which meant the ferrymen’s trafficking networks were crippled. Dismantling the malicious organization was her initiative to joining COER in the first place. She found something to smile about, but the same couldn’t be said for the Michio, whose burrowing glare was beginning to make her feel uneasy.-

“Fuck it, I’m not gon’ say shit. So, am I good? Do you know if I have to blow off some discharge papers? Or can I go change out of this druid costume..”

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Re: Um, Help? I think?

Post by Michio Tribe » Mon May 06, 2019 8:02 pm

Vyrin looked past Savaj's gaze and into that of his close friend Maeel, the conversation was growing stale. Time to prepare the calf for slaughter.

"That's it? Where will you go? The Ferrymen are still at large. Smuggling The Substance, and other things across the planet. I thought you wanted to be rid of them for good. We only stopped one of their sources of income. Or will you pursue the rest on your own."

This means of recruitment was peculiar to Vyrin. The Cenmotori were bound by birth to perpetual service underneath The Breaker. There weren't any reports of insurgence. Why did Kham give these cattle resources, power, skill, only to let them choose their own path did he not know that cattle only produce waste? That they only would use these gifts for selfish gain? Trust was such a weak bond, where blood was far stronger.
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Re: Um, Help? I think?

Post by Savaj Vanguard » Wed May 08, 2019 6:18 pm

“Tuh, you clearly out’cha mind.”

-Was that a joke? Savvy scoffed at him with her face wrinkled in jovial disbelief. Dismantling the warped human trafficking network was her initial reason of joining COER; she was raised in their blood soaked nether until every bronze inch of her was worn and bruised. The fact that mechanical soldiers are now issued for both standard and vital transport meant The Ferrymen remembered the Psion. The Ishiann child was a commodity among their murky circuit of flesh peddlers; her exotic features fetishized and sold like merchandise. Before her tenth birthday, The Ferrymen accumulated enough money from Savvy alone to fund a clinic ten times the size of Neovia’s. Unfortunately, the dark syndicate found themselves devastating set back after the twelve year old collected several hundred dicks and scalps from their most valuable officers.

The egregiously gruesome murder scenes merged her face with a horde of grisly monikers that followed her into Sector XXVII, a Supermaxx Prison and Sanatorium designed for Vescrutia’s most dangerous threats. She spent three years within the subaquatic facility pinning her escape and every night festering in blood lust. Today marked her first real assault since that hiatus; a successful blow but a comparably primitive strike. She was far from done with them, Kham oughta know that.

“..I’m not goin’ anywhere, but I’ve been awake for fifty sum’n hours and I do want to sleep in my own bed before the next assignment. After that though... well, I was gonna save this for the debrief but..”

-She said suddenly shifting gears to curl up her shirt and briefly show Kham the intricate birthmark along her back. He’d seen the geometric glyphs before but he never commented on them. SILK on the other hand was instantly obsessed by the script at first glance. He told her that the inscription was carved by foreign party and even manipulated her genetic coding. Her mother never bothered to mention anything about it and it never hurt or aggrivated her. The idea that The Ferrymen carved it on her wasn’t admissable but wasn’t their MO. Besides, SILK would know, so she would know too.-

“I know you’ve seen it before; Miguel mentioned somethin’ about it but his data library came back dry. He went so far as to attempt a half-assed biopsy but contact with the mark shattered his cybernetics.”

-Savyy recalled hearing that Kham’s eyes were capable of freakish shit, such as manipulating carbon atoms or observing the crests of the electromagnetic spectrum from tuft of his throne. She wasn’t sure how much of it was tavern hyperbole or credible feats, but she has seen him do the impossible before. Cross was her other option favored option. Aside from being her friend, Cross was more than qualified to break ground where SILK failed. She was smart as fuck, but Pandora was probably going to take a while putting her pieces back together. The girl was drowned and bloated in the same chemical formula that ignited Imani’s latent Anima DNA. She deserved a rest, but Savvy didn’t really want to wait for her answers.-

“You wanna tell me what you see?”

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